At my apartment in the capital city, I have a modest TBR (To Be Read) pile of books on my table.They whisper "Read me, Slacker. Don't you want to open up our covers and read a good story?"I've done my best to ignore them...until now.It helps that I can drown out their voices by watching reality TV on TLC.I think these books rearranged themselves to predict my future.I do NOT recall stacking them in this order. And why did I purchase only THESE titles?I'm so afraid.Look at this:

Prophetic Books

Looks like an average stack of books. I have both novels and non-fiction. Nothing remarkable here, right?

Don't be fooled - it's much more incredible (and far more ominous) than that.